All of it happens almost too fast to register, Azúcar behind him one minute and in front of him the next, and he's already so addled that he's not sure what just happened. What he does know is that he wants her out of the way, because he's increasingly overwhelmed with the singular goal of ending Reaper while he has the chance.

Whatever is trying to claw its way out of his chest twists again, and he's shoving Azúcar aside with a growl, all but launching himself right at Reaper, closing the rest of the distance and ignoring his gun in favor of the brute force of his fists.